𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈

↳ chapter seven.

Mintsplash is traumatized of what she had seen. She refused to go hunt alone or fall asleep before dark. Some nights she wouldn't sleep at all. Many cats wondered if she was even at use in the Clan.
Russetfire was healing well, and Hollowflight planned to discharge him in a few days. He knew he shouldn't go back to the Dark Forest, but Russetfire missed training sessions with him. He knew Fennelshade did, too.
Bluebirds chirped from high above, making Misntsplash bristle and Russetfire smile. He closed his eyes again and fell into a deep slumber.

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Ugly raven calls echoed across the trees. Russetfire got to his paws, relieved to see he had arrived in the Dark Forest once more. He must be ready to resume his training!
"Fennelshade?" he called out, scaring a flock of black birds. He walked forward cautiously. A white pelt flashed by him, radiating the smell of fear.
"Milkpaw?" Russetfire meowed questionably. Milkpaw stopped. "Shhh!" she hissed. Her legs were shaking and her eyes were wide, "He's coming! Get away!"
Russetfire didn't move, but stared at the white she-cat in confusion. Milkpaw was scared of Fennelshade? By the looks of her pelt it didn't look like she attacked him. What could be wrong?
"Go!" she screeched, bristling her fur and racing away. Her runs were fast, and she almost hopped to each side as if she was trying to confuse her predator.
WindClan.
Booms struck the forest. Fennelshade emerged from the trees, his yellow eyes glittering at Russetfire for a split second. He leapt out of his way as he raced towards him. His gaze fixed on Milkpaw, who was already a safe distance away. Russetfire saw blood pour from his neck.
Fennelshade didn't attack Milkpaw. . . She attacked him!
Russetfire watched the pair chase each other, like a dangerous game of kitten-play. Once Fennelshade stopped running, Milkpaw dashed into the forest. He didn't bother to go after her. Instead, he growled. "What do you want?"
Russetfire stuttered. Was he talking to him?
"I would like to resume my training."
Fennelshade got up. "No," he said with a dismissive flick of his tail, striding away.
"Why?" Russetfire meowed shockingly. Didn't he want to start training him again?
"You're too weak."
"I am not weak!"
"I've been training you for too many moons. It's time to find someone better than you."
"I am not weak."
Fennelshade chuckled. "You're hilarious, Clan cat. I don't want you here anymore. It's much better to punish you with your friends then you, like you said."
"I never said that!" Russetfire said in disbelief.
"Implied," Fennelshade curled his tail devilishly.
I didn't imply it, either!
"I'm so sick of you. You don't know me at all, so don't act like you do!"
"I know your strengths, your weaknesses, and even your thoughts."
You have no idea what my thoughts are, you mole rat.
Russetfire bared his teeth, knowing Fennelshade couldn't take another battle. He looked at him in surprise, then shrugged. A ghostly, vaporized figure of Ferretpaw appeared. Russetfire's heart lurched.
Fennelshade took his claw and swiped it through his neck.
"Gone."